I very recently celebrated my 24th birthday. To mark the occasion, Sir surprised me with a weekend away. He kept the whole thing secret. Obviously I knew he would have something planned, but I expected something like a romantic meal out followed by a night in bed.

I still didn't know as we got in the car that afternoon. It was only as we were driving out of town that I started to get some suspicions, but since he hadn't told me to pack a case, it was still a surprise when we pulled up outside the hotel.

It was an old 17th century manor house, looking like something straight out of Bridgerton. I half expected to be met at the door by a butler, but instead there was a perfectly normal reception desk just inside the entrance hall. Sir gave his name and we were soon escorted to the Master suite.

There was a living area, with an eclectic mixture of antique and new furniture, and a grand window looking out across the landscaped grounds.

Through one door was the bedroom, complete with a four-poster bed. The other door led to a bathroom, with a sunken marble tub easily big enough for both of us.

Sir suggested I take a bath in it while he went back downstairs to collect our baggage.

"I don't have anything with me!" I told him, nervous that I had missed some instruction of his and would ruin the whole trip.

"Don't worry, its all taken care of" he replied.

I stepped out of my dress and into the bath. The hot scented water was so relaxing that i think I dozed off. Before I knew it, I heard Sir return. I cracked open one eye and saw him leaning casually against the door frame.

"What are you doing over there?" I asked

"Just enjoying the view" he replied.

I scooped up a handful of bubbles and playfully dropped them over my breasts. "You'll have to come here to enjoy it now!"

Sir growled and threw his clothes off, almost diving into the tub. He sat across from me, and I could see him practically devouring my nakedness with his eyes.

"Come here, Emily" he ordered.

I moved across to him, feeling the bubbles sliding across my skin. I sat between his thighs, my back pressed against his chest as i leant into him.

Sir's strong arms wrapped around my stomach, pulling me close as he lightly kissed the side of my neck. I was disappointed that he didn't take the opportunity to touch my breasts. I arched my back slightly, my chest lifting slightly from the water, my nipples already hard from the closeness of his body and my anticipation. Of course he knew what I wanted.

"Patience, my pet" he breathed into my ear. But I didn't want to be patient. I craved his touch. I needed it. I squirmed in his arms, feeling him harden against my ass as I pressed into him. Sir chuckled. "You're a needy little slut today aren't you?"

I could only nod in reply. I wasn't ashamed of admitting what I knew myself to be, but I struggled to speak as his lips moved down to my shoulder, his teeth nipping at my skin. I could only moan, my body arching further into him.

Sir’s hands started to wander, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. He finally cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. I gasped, and could feel my body trembling with desire. I wanted him so desperately, wanted to feel him inside me.

“You like that, don't you slut?” Sir asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I bit back another moan.

Sir continued to kiss and touch me, his hands and mouth driving me wild with desire. I could feel myself grinding against his cock uncontrollably, feel my body trembling with need for him.

Sir’s fingers found my clit below the water, and he started to rub slow circles around it. I moaned louder this time, unable to stop the spasm of my hips at his touch. He increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster and faster, switching from the teasing circles to the up and down motion he knew I couldn't resist.

“Come for me, Emily,” Sir said, his voice low and commanding.

I was helpless in his arms and my body obeyed, unthinking, shuddering with pleasure as I came. Sir held me close, his arms wrapped around me as I came down from the orgasmic high, my body still wracked by the aftershocks, each an orgasm n miniature.

“Happy Birthday, Emily,” Sir said, his lips pressed against my ear.

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied, a smile on my face. I meant it too. Not just for the orgasm, or the weekend away, but for everything he has done and will continue to do for and with me.